"
Here there was a great jar of the carriage, and the lady's-maid, and I
think Miss Ethel, gave a shriek. The lamp above was so dim that the
carriage was almost totally dark. No wonder the lady's-maid was
frightened! but the daylight came streaming in, and all poor Clive's
wishes of rolling and rolling on for ever were put an end to by the
implacable sun in a minute.
Ah, why was it the quick train? Suppose it had been the parliamentary
train?--even that too would have come to an end. They came and said,
"Tickets, please," and Clive held out the three of their party--his, and
Ethel's, and her maid's. I think for such a ride as that he was right to
give up Greenwich. Mr. Kuhn was in waiting with a carriage for Miss
Ethel. She shook hands with Clive, returning his pressure.
"I may come and see you?" he said.
"You may come and see mamma--yes."
"And where are you staying?"
"Bless my soul--they were staying at Miss Honeyman's!" Clive burst into a
laugh. Why, he was going there too! Of course Aunt Honeyman had no room
for him, her house being quite full with the other Newcomes.
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